Jun Ruyu

When Mo Zhuliu woke up, he found himself lying on the soft quilt.He propped himself up and sat up, and the wet towel on his head fell onto the quilt.

"This is..." He dazedly grasped the handkerchief with the family crest of Gusu Lan's family printed on it.

"You're awake." The young man's joyful voice came from the door. The voice was familiar, yet slightly different from what he remembered.

The person in front of him clearly looks like Lan Anting, but his age has increased by several years, he is no longer a teenager, but a young man.However, he still looked ill, which did not change, which was very sad.

"Second Young Master? An Ting?" Mo Zhuliu looked at him blankly, not sure for a moment.

Lan Anting put down the wooden basin containing hot water, sat down on his knees upright, and said softly: "It's me." His brows were curved, and there was light in his eyes.

"But why do you..." Mo Zhuliu couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch his face, but when the palm of his hand was still an inch away from the other's cheek, he felt something was wrong, so he retracted it.

Lan Anting smiled without hesitation, and explained: "It has been...five years since you disappeared in Tonglu Mountain that day."

Five years...

Mo Zhuliu was shocked.I didn't expect that my trip would be five years in this time and space.

"Coincidentally, a few days ago, my disciples of the Lan family found you floating along the river down the mountain and rescued you."

"Thank you very much." Mo Zhuliu nodded.It's been five years since... He suddenly panicked.Five years have passed, and it is unknown whether Wen Ruohan has inherited the position of suzerain, and whether he has started to follow his path in that time and space...

"Okay, you're still sick, lie down quickly." Lan Anting said as he was about to push him down.

"Wait, your health is not good, why are you still taking care of me!" Mo Zhuliu hurriedly grabbed his arm to stop him.

Lan Anting said that he was fine, and stood up and turned around to show him.

"I'm in good health." He said with a smile.

Mo Zhuliu remembered Lan Zhan saying that Lan Anting died of illness at a young age, so he said helplessly, "Look at your face, how can you look well?"

"When you come back, I'll be fine." Lan Anting put the towel into the hot water, rubbed it gently a few times, wrung it dry, and put it on Mo Zhuliu's forehead. Mo Zhuliu could only follow him Lie down obediently.

Five years later, Lan Anting stretched out his arms and legs a lot, and became more handsome, but this made him look thinner, as if a gust of wind could knock him down.

Mo Zhuliu was speechless for a few seconds, then closed his eyes and began to confide:

"That day in Tonglu Mountain, I met a ghost with the young master. During the fight, I stumbled and fell into a pit. When I woke up..."

He slowly talked about the incredible things he encountered these days, just like every time he wrote what he saw and heard in a letter and sent it to Lan Anting.But Mo Zhuliu deliberately omitted things about Wen's family, and only told about those wonderful experiences, and the other party listened very attentively.

After Lan Anting listened, it turned out to be like this, the art of time and space is really exquisite...

Mo Zhuliu asked, what major events have happened in the cultivation world in the past five years?

"Ah, yes," Lan Anting said, "Mr. Wen took over the position of suzerain of the Wen family, and the ceremony was held not long ago."

After finishing speaking, he paused slightly, and asked in a low voice, "You... want to go back to Wen's house?"

Mo Zhuliu opened his eyes to look at Lan Anting, but found that the other party's gaze was always on him.

"Well," he replied, "I'm going back."

Before leaving, Lan Anting's smile was a bit forced, Mo Zhuliu asked him worriedly, but he shook his head and said it was okay, pursing his lips and still smiling.

"I... come to see you again. Thank you very much."

Mo Zhuliu thought for a while, and finally hugged him offensively, telling him to take care of himself.

Mo Zhuliu rushed to Qishan without stopping.

The city at the foot of the mountain has been built for five years. When it was first built, there were not many people stationed there, but now it is strictly guarded. You can see the sun flag hanging everywhere inside the city. At that time, Yun had to make a lot of publicity.

When dismounting from the horse, Mo Zhuliu felt a little dizzy, his body was still not fully recovered, and he felt chills all over when he was in Yunshen, but he got better now, and he didn't know the reason.He thought, when he got to Wen's house, he could ask Wen Chang to show him.

The guard at the door stopped him and said that no one should trespass on the night sky.

Mo Zhuliu was stunned for a second before realizing that Buyetian is the name of this city.As soon as he heard the name, he knew that Wen Ruohan had chosen it.

He reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and said, I am Sect Master Wen's entourage, please inform me.

The janitor monk didn't believe it: "What follower, I've never seen it before."

Hearing this, Mo Zhuliu really didn't know what to do, he didn't leave Wen Ruohan's token on him, how could he make others believe in him.

When he was troubled, the sound of reining in his horse came from behind him, and the monks guarding the gate saluted together and shouted: "Sovereign!"

"Ah."

When Mo Zhuliu heard the voice, he turned his head suddenly, and saw Wen Ruohan, who was already in his early twenties, straddling the horse majestically.

His hair was half tied up, even though he rode all the way, his hair was not messed up at all, the family crest on his clothes was flamboyant, but his eyes were very calm.

"Master...no, suzerain," Mo Zhu saluted, his voice trembling with excitement, "I'm back."

Wen Ruohan looked at him silently, only said "come in", and took the lead in riding into the city that never sleeps.

Mo Zhuliu followed him all the way into the bedroom, Wen Ruohan opened his arms, and asked him to change his clothes as before, so Mo Zhuliu took off his dusty light cavalry suit for him, and put on a comfortable robe.

Wen Ruohan was in his early twenties at this time, and he was quite tall. When Mo Zhuliu changed his clothes, he realized that he was a head shorter than him, only reaching his chest.It is clear that they were about the same height when they were teenagers.

For Mo Zhuliu, the two have only been separated for a few days, but for Wen Ruohan, he has not seen each other for more than 1000 days and nights.

When Wen Ruohan lowered his head, he saw that Mo Zhuliu was carefully arranging his clothes with his eyes lowered. He still had the face of a boy, and his concern for him was still so sincere, as if it had never changed.

When Mo Zhuliu raised his eyes by chance, he saw Wen Ruohan looking at him steadfastly. His eyes were not hidden, and he was already a little strange. With a tremor in his heart, he realized that Wen Ruohan hadn't seen him for five years. up.

Did you miss him?

Thinking of this, Mo Zhuliu couldn't help smiling.

Wen Ruohan reached out and stroked the face of the young man in front of him.His fingertips were callused, making it itchy.When I bowed my head to kiss the other party, I felt the other party's body stiffen, but soon relaxed, and began to slowly try to respond.

It was late autumn at this time, and the weather was still cool, but the two people in the house could not feel the chill.

All the words that I want to say, the emotions that I want to express, are all in the intense kiss and the movement of the hands.

The temperature in the room gradually increased.The robe he had just put on took off again.The usual calmness on his face was gone.The words in his mouth changed from "Suzerain" and "Young Master" to "Ruohan".

"Ruohan."

"Ruohan."

When Wen Ruohan was finally released from the opponent's body, Mo Zhuliu also trembled all over.

Mo Zhuliu hugged Wen Ruohan tightly, the tears in the corners of his eyes were physiological, or because he was too sad and scared.

Mo Zhuliu began to work with Wen Ruohan.Wen Ruohan had just reached this position, and Wen Buyun didn't completely let him go, and still sent people to secretly monitor him all the time, so there was nothing extraordinary about Wen Ruohan's current actions, at most it increased the number of students and required more training. It is stricter, and the troops on the border of Qishan have been increased.

Wen Buyun asked Wen Ruohan to go up to the mountain to report to him every month, and strictly prohibited all acts of conflict with other families.Although Wen Ruohan was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to attack in person, so he could only spoil the food cooked by the chef that night when he was back down the mountain.

"Wow—"

All the delicious food on the table was thrown off the table by him, the man's face was extremely ugly, his chest heaved and fell, and he tried his best to suppress his anger.

Mo Zhuliu persuaded him, don't be so anxious, the current state of the Wen family can just reach a balance with the other immortal families, and there is nothing wrong with not interfering with each other.

Wen Ruohan said, "What I'm after is not balance."

Mo Zhuliu closed his eyes in silence.Everything he heard and saw in that time and space hit Mo Zhuliu's mental state all the time, and he felt uncomfortable like a fire in his heart.

He immediately opened his eyes and said, "Sovereign, if you continue to go your own way, you don't know what will happen to the Wen family."

"What do you mean?" Wen Ruohan squeezed the corner of the table tightly, and the table had a slight tendency to crack, "Even you don't want to support me, are you afraid?"

Is he afraid?On the relief of the Jin family in Lanling, Wen Ruohan's lifeless face reappeared in front of his eyes.Everyone pointed at his face and uttered unbearable words to scold and insult him.

"Yes," Mo Zhuliu said softly, "I'm afraid."

Wen Ruohan grabbed Mo Zhuliu's lapel with one hand, pulled him directly in front of his eyes, looked at him with complex and annoyed eyes: "You actually said you were afraid? Who was the one who said he would follow me? Then you are afraid gone?"

Mo Zhuliu tremblingly put his hand on the opponent's hand. The opponent's hand was cold, or maybe his own hand was too hot. Mo Zhuliu felt his whole body was hot and his mind was a little unconscious.

"You don't understand." Mo Zhuliu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, trying to organize his words calmly, "In the past five years, you don't know what I saw and what I knew. They...that group of people, right I said, you will become a big devil who kills people without blinking an eye, you will be regarded as the target of crusade by the Taoist schools, you will die...you will die..."

"You were deceived by them." Wen Ruohan let go of his hand.

Mo Zhuliu clutched the lapel of his chest, and asked feebly: "Then, will you kill those monks? Will you make enemies of all schools of thought?"

Wen Ruohan opened his arms, his whole body seemed to be slowly burning with flames. He said, "Look, I've reached this point and I can't stop. Do you want me to stop?"

He put down his hand and asked calmly, "Mo Zhuliu, are you still willing to follow me?"

"...Do you want me to kill for you?"

"I saved you at the beginning. Shouldn't it be?"

Mo Zhuliu's eyes widened suddenly, his lips trembled, and finally he roared in a low voice: "It's true to save me, but I will always be myself!"

Others asked him countless times:

Why aren't you called Wen Zhuliu?

His father forced him to study and take the imperial examination every day, hoping that he would be successful in officialdom, marry a wife and have children.

Unexpectedly, the whole family died in the corrupt officialdom in the end.

Full of sage books, but confused, who can I teach to cross?

Only myself...cannot be let down.

It was rare for him to be so emotional that his eyes were red.

Wen Ruohan frowned, and looked at the other party in a bad mood. He couldn't understand at all why the people close to him rejected him so much after five years of absence.

"If you want my life," Mo Zhuliu said, "then I... will give it back to you!"

He raised his hand, and suddenly slapped himself hard on the chest!

"you!!!"

Wen Ruohan stretched out his hand, but was violently opened by a gust of spiritual energy.

Mo Zhuliu's spiritual energy was in chaos, and his robe was rattled by the violent air current.

"Snapped."

The waist lightened.The piece of red jade finally split in two.

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